SEPIA TIMES
A Poem by WarriorElectric
I once belonged to a virgin forest and the green snakes of infancy They were hiding in a heart of a cheetah that would rather die than kill to live
Foolish days, all painted in a haze of love that was fleeting I danced in a fire and cried instead of escaping
I saw the universal rainbow, but lost the keys of the timeless Wilderness Since then my soul is made of sand, carried by the warm ancient windsIn act.
© 2013 WarriorElectric
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Superb imagery painted here, Ella...I'm really floored by your poems...I had to recite this one out, and it Felt Good. :)
Really good stuff.
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Thank you very much :)
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11 Years Ago
You are welcome very much. :)
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wow, deep write, nicely written
Posted 11 Years Ago
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Wow so many images flashed through my mind when I read this. I literally felt entranced. Very impressive. Loved it :}
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Glad you liked it, love!
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The opening verse and the line "sand/ carried by the warm ancient winds." are rich and evocative of something primordial yet intelligent. Very good.
Posted 12 Years Ago
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12 Years Ago
:) Thank you
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Solid creative write. Good job.
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Added on November 3, 2012
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